I left the flowers in the vase and took good care of them, but I couldn't keep them.
It's like I've always been by her side but can only follow her figure.
But this intention has never changed.
Even if she gives this tenderness to others.
Many years later, I can still proudly tell my children: Although she is like a flower on the high mountain and cannot be picked, at least I have been able to admire and appreciate the beauty of the flower when it blooms from a distance.
No regrets.